Had a terrific day on Monday...started off on my list and rocked through the first eight items before the blah** set in.
Woke up just after midnight on Tuesday morning feeling distinctly nauseated. Kept waking every 20 minutes or so making it the l-o-n-g-e-s-t night in Christendom, worried that I was going to be sick. By 6am I was worried that I *wasn't* going to be sick. By 6.30 that problem had resolved itself in the bath of all places as Mister Bear was occupying the other logical place. Yes, I had a bucket, but when it all happened there was too much and too violent to be contained (I warned you that it might be TMI!)
Wandered wanly to the lounge - with the bucket - feeling horrible. Everything ached. My tummy felt yuck. I wanted to go away somewhere and just die in the corner. Mister Bear had to go to work and both kids were still asleep.
Chickabid woke up and came for a cuddle. I told him that I was feeling sick. He disappeared and returned with a blanket and a pillow and tucked me in on the lounge. "I'm sorry you're sick, sweetie" He sat by my head and said soothing things and cuddled and what not. He was wonderful.
I had to leave the lounge in a hurry for Round 2. Chickabid got so worried that he grabbed my mobile and rang Daddy to please come home cos Mummy is sick. I reassured Daddy that I was fine - Mum and Dad were on their way - and discovered that Ladybaby was up as well. Ladybaby's response to someone vomiting is usually to have hysterics, but thankfully yesterday she didn't. Had to have a shower...you can probably guess why.
I got back to the lounge and was tucked in again, now with two blankets and two pillows as Ladybaby had chipped in with hers as well. Chickabid got in the shower without being asked and dressed himself for school. So did Ladybaby.
Next thing I can hear the microwave bipping. Chickabid set the clock for 15 minutes and told me that he was just going to clean the kitchen for 15 minutes and then he'd be back. I could hear him fussing around, filling the sink and washing the dishes! He's only 7. Ladybaby did a dishes-round## of her own accord - she's only 5. They both collected their fruit and snack and were ready to pack their lunch bags. Without being asked. I was so very, very proud.
Mum and Dad came and finished off all the getting ready for school bits. Dad cleaned the kitchen while Mum took the kids to school and then they all left me in peace on the lounge for the day. It would have been bliss except for feeling so very ill.
Mum and Dad collected the kids after school and we packed their overnight bags. The kids went off for a sleepover at Gran and Grandpa's. Mister Bear got home at 6.30 and did the fastest ever clean of the loungeroom, including vacuuming cos Tuesday night is home group night at our house, and got some dinner for himself and dry toast for me. The dry toast stayed put and I went to bed. Slept for 10 hours and now I feel great.
I am so proud of the kids!! They were kind and compassionate. They were gentle and thoughtful. They astounded me with their understanding and consideration for others. I am proud to call them my son and daughter.
** blah - a state of no energy, no get-up-an-go, no puff; an inability to think, plan or organise. Happens quite often.
## dishes-round - collecting up all the dishes from the house to load in the dishwasher. This was Ladybaby's special job before she went to school and the thing she worried about most. "Who will do the dishes-round when I'm at school?" Ummm, me? "You can't do a dishes-round!" Oh, can't I indeed?? LOL
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